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I’m currently writing an assignment on whether juveniles should be tried as adults and I’m referring to India’s Juvenile Justice (Care and Protection of Children) Act of 2015, which came into force after the infamous abominable 2012 New Delhi gang rape in India.

One of the offenders was just short of turning 18 at the time of the crime, and was on trial in a juvenile justice court. He got away with just three years in a reform home…

I, for one, support the idea of having offenders who commit heinous crimes on trial as adults. At the age of 17, I believe that if you rape a woman so brutally with a bunch of other men, you are a disgusting human being that deserves as much sympathy as you gave to that poor woman.

But, wait, let me rant on about how despicable rapists are, how despicable these men in the New Delhi gang rape were. Rape has always been something I could never take lightly, not as a joke, not ever. The idea of forcing yourself on a person sexually, penetrating him/her is just a lot to handle – that you can look past their tears, be deaf to their screams, be unconscious of their struggles. It is so vile, so inhumane.

How can you not imagine the pain the victim is going through? And especially for rapists who use TOOLS to rape their victims, how is it possible? What is it, that drives these people through the whole process of rape? Are they void of empathy, of any emotions?

This is just beyond comprehension.

When we look this 2012 New Delhi gang rape, the way they assaulted the woman, the way they physically tortured her. What would allow these men to attack her in such a way that she succumbs to the injuries and dies? A 23-year old medical student? I always ask of people who die too young/early: what about their dreams, their aspirations, their hopes of the future? What about their plans for the next day, the next hour? All of that, all of the emotions they’ve felt, things they’ve done, contributions they’ve made to someone’s life, all of that turns to nothing.

This feeling I have of confusion, hatred and disgust fuels my interest in sexual offender. It’s so heinous, but I want to know why? And sometimes, I’m afraid I know why – because humans are selfish, and self-centered. That’s all there is to it. Our own desires overpower other people’s…

The gallery contains mugshots of attractive women portrayed to have been arrested for sexual offences, and it implies if you are a straight man, you would surely enjoy getting raped by this attractive woman.

This is a pathetic reflection of the gender inequality and norms in our global society. Men are automatically assumed to like sex and they are actually considered ‘lucky’ to be sexually assaulted. If not, he must surely be homosexual.

“Man, I wish I was ‘raped’ instead.”

“He is so lucky! That woman was hot!”

“If he’s complaining, he’s gay. Give her to me instead.”

These are many of the comments we’ve heard of whenever someone posts about a rape of a male.

Some actual comments on the gallery

People are asking to be raped.

(Not all of the comments were stupid. There were quite a bit commenting on how it’s still an offence whether it’s an attractive woman or not.)

This idea that men cannot deny the offer of sex or that men will always want sex is also a form of gender inequality. Male victims are not show any sympathy and are instead considered a ‘lucky bastard’ by many others. Their pain is disregarded and, most times, laughed at.

The patriarchy hurts not only women, but men. That is why when I, as a feminist, and many others, stand for the fight for equality between men and women (and also other genders), I know that I fight not only for women, but for men. For men to be able to show their feelings, for men to be able to say no to sex! For men to be feminine or what society deems as such, and for men to not always be horny!

(Also: if you assent to being “raped”, technically, you’re not being raped, but rather engaging in consensual sex. Unless you’re a minor of course.)

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